I have a fucked up life.
Till my 11th class i was a good student and a person who had a lot of fucking confidence… I would say what I like infront of friends and often they get fucking angry at me.. One time i did some serious shit and talked to a friend on facebook pretending to be a girl. When he came to know about it he got angry…he fucking slaped me and i was wondering why he did that…i did not slap him back because may be i was too coward..
Other friends came and they rescued us…
I felt really low […]
Hey again, second post and last post.
I feel that I’m ready although my methods sucessrate is questionable, I’m going to jump tonight but I can only access 10 meter fall to a stone fallpoint… so head first seems important. If you wonder Why I can’t do”better” about the height, here is my original post with background story, if you would wonder.
I’ve written all the letters and my requests for my funeral. But this will destroy my parents and it makes me panic… I want them to be able to continue their lives… can anyone give any tips for mental preperations without any […]
Hi. My name is Katelyn Hill. I’m now 16 years old and attending high school in York region.
Id like to share my Suicide story with you,
Since I was little my dad was abusive (Verbally, Physically and emotionally)he was/is a alcoholic and a drug user. when I was growing up he lost his job. and he was home all the time. my mom was scared to come home most of the time so it was just me and him at home often. in 2010 me and him got into a large fight and no one else was home. about 40 minutes later i heard him yelling […]
I don’t want to kill myself. I do want to die. Two sentences that I have said in my head and out loud for years. It’s not that I don’t have people who care and/or love me only, that’s the reason I don’t know if I could actually do it myself. I have recently been fully diagnosed with Bipolar 2 with psychotic symptoms.
Still something I have a hard time even thinking without some sort of unchecked rage or hysteria. It’s simple why I want to die though, really. There is no hope. I’m rotting from the brain out. All that will happen is I […]
Hello!
So I have a few questions about the method of overdosing. See, what I really want to do is use helium or ********, but I’m not in a position where I can get the necessary equipment. Anyway, I’m probably going to overdose on pills. But I really don’t want to deal with the throwing up and pain. So I was wondering, if I took some strong sleeping pills before, or just overdosed on sleeping pills, do you think I’d fall asleep first and stay asleep? Because that would be ideal. Thank you!
Honestly, whats the point anymore? i hate life, and life hates me, who gives a damn if i go to hell. im already living in it, i can deal with it. And i wouldnt doubt it being better than my own pathetic life. If anyway i wanna go is going to be overdosing, cuz my mom has a big bottle of sleeping pills, and i could easily kill the whole bottle. Cant do a rope, since i dont know how to tie a noose, and i dont know where i could i put the rope, to hold my fat ass. Cutting too deep, i dont […]
The thought of me killing myself is literally the best thing ever. It makes me happy to know it will all be over soon. I hate when people say “do what makes you happy” You want me to be happy? Then hold a gun to my head and pull the damn trigger. K thanks.
Suicide is comforting. It provides a real and gritty image in my mind when I look at my life in my right hand and envision committing a violent suicide in my left, I feel a little better about my life. I HATE when people say that suicide is the “easy way out” which is what hurt survivors say– never understanding how hard and how heavy that gun is when you lift it to your waiting mouth and hear the gun click, ready to fire. Those people don’t understand what it’s like to plan your own death for weeks on end every time you leave work, […]
Um, hello.
I’m not quite sure if anyone is going to read this, or how this works in general, but I am just going to say what I feel like saying.
Usually, what was happening to me in the past couple of years, was that I would become moderately anxious and depressed when the end of the school year came around. I would go to my psychotherapist, and by the end of summer, I would feel just fine. This process repeated for about 2 years.
But this year, I feel like it’s not like the “process” at all.
I started feeling worthless and depressed towards the beginning of the year, and then […]
i took pills last night, left extra food and water out for the cat, taped a sign to my chest that read ” i hope i die tonight Fuck you ALL!”
ever tried to kill yourself and it failed? how do you feel when you wake up and know it didnt happen…or you didnt cut deep enough…or whatever method you tried? i am a TOTAL FAILURE as i have tried so many times and obviously, ALWAYS been UNsucessful!!!
no one cares or listens to me in my life….why bother being here (life) if all i get is crapped on? Why dont others see my pain… that they […]
i cant handle life alone.
i desperately want to die.
i self-harm to feel better and make the pain of being an outcast and all alone.
i wonder why it is ME that cant have friends….obviously, I MUST BE DEFECTIVE…but how do i locate the defect?
i need the pain to STOP….since i’ve tried everything else, i want SUICIDE to take it (all the pain and sh!!t in my life) away….forever…..a permanent solution to an ongoing problem…i see ZER0 hope in this ever changing into something good and worthwhile.
i thought humans were “mentally wired” to be with other people…then WHY does my higher power allow ME to be destitute […]
–Fictional work of a delusional nobody—
Hello and the fact that you’re reading this means that you were the poor unfortunate bastard who found my body(i’m terribly sorry about the mess the envelope in my pocket contains money for a cleaning service and there business card).
Now on to business shall we, where were we , ahh yes you’ve found me, now im guessing you are wondering why what could have possessed me to do such a thing well I hate to dissapoint you but im not completely sure why i did it either there have been many factors that have lead me to my decision but […]
i’m only sixteen. what the hell is wrong with me? honestly.
am i suppose to be happy? or at least the slightest bit content? everybody else seems to be. but perhaps that’s because they spend their time making fun of me. i can’t make friends, it’s hard for me. and if i do make “friends” they outcast me and make me feel bad and different. it’s like they’re only my friend so they can make fun of me really and make themselves feel better. my parents don’t believe me when i say i don’t have many friends. i think they’re In denial.
they don’t even believe […]
I feel as if I am a defective person; mere trash that the common person uses for their own purpose then tosses away, like yesterdays newspaper. I grew up in a dysfunctional home. (Who hasn’t, right?) But I’ve had an extremely hard time making friends. (I am in my forties, so this isn’t a new thing.) My family is either ultra-religious & I am a heathen who doesn’t follow their God-fearing ways…so they outcast me. Also, my sibling has children and grandchildren now, too…but those are his only family. just his immediate…no sisters, parents, cousins, NOTHING…just his own tight knit unit he gets to […]
Whenever I wash the dishes, it’s always the knives that get to me. I’m very careful when washing and drying knives by hand. I am particularly careful with chef or butcher knives, especially at my grandfather’s house.
But today, as well as the previous day, I’ve felt suicidal. There are many reasons why I hate knives, and suicide or self-harm is one (or rather two) of those reasons…
Me washing a big knife, drying it, and then putting it into the drawer (with all the other chef knives)… It makes me feel so numb. There I am, standing there, envisioning myself stabbing diagonally, into my chest, from […]
Im afraid to die but im also afrad to live… Ive attempted Suicide 3 times, but they all resulted the same… My mom never knew….I cant talk to her, she thinks im all better but the truth is im not I feel more dead inside. I always try to make my friends feel better and talk them out of suicide or self harm but im to afraid to ask for help myself.
Hello readers, I’m just your other ‘regular’ near-suicidal person…
Just like any other people who wants to die, my life isn’t really sunshine and rainbows hahaha…
I’m not so unfortunate to be an orphan, a slave, or handicapped, and I’m not confident to say ‘My life is the worst’ or ‘I’m the most miserable person on earth’…no, nothing like that…
I began my suicide thoughts when i’m at 5th and 6th grade in elementary school. you know, bullying and family problems ^^… in 6th grade i really tried to kill myself by “ Smoke from burning a BBQ in a sealed room” type of suicide. […]
I have nobody.
I have no real friends. Once I try to talk about my feelings or get help, I just end up getting ignored. I know it’s not easy but please don’t leave me alone in this again. I can’t breathe
i need to get away and drugs and these fucking razors aren’t doing anything anymore.
I’m so alone and tired
I was reading about 70s teen heartthrob Andy Gibb and how he died right after his 30th birthday. The official cause of death was something about an inflammation of the heart after years of cocaine abuse. He had struggled with severe depression, but the family denied that it was a suicide, and the fact that he checked himself into a hospital (where he died 3 days later) seems to show it wasn’t suicide.
It made me wonder if I started now, how long would it take for me to wreck my own body? And is this the “long form” of suicide that so many people have […]
I find myself crying. It seems to be the only thing I’m constant and good at lately. I find myself bursting into tears moment after moment. I try to hold on to those moments of clarity when my energy shifts and my ideals and desires seem so clear. But I can’t, this wave of pain seems to catch me over and over again and no matter how hard I paddle it strikes and submerge me into it’s darks waters.
I feel lost, confused and covered by this dark shadow that rarely allows light to come in. I tried once to commit suicide, in a moment of […]